rebirth of cataclysm

Hu Mingchen stood at the doorway, his heart beating thumpingly. He, Hu Mingchen, can be considered a person who has seen the world, but he must admit that the characters he has met before are all childish. Even Wang Weidong is not as good as someone who can live here.

Compared with other characters, he may not be able to stand on the stage.

Hu Mingchen was thinking about how to call people when he saw them. At the same time, he was also thinking about whether the big boss in the province was named Song. After thinking about it, there seemed to be no one named Song, which made Hu Mingchen a little confused.

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"What are you doing so stupidly? Are you going in or not?" Song Qian had already walked to the porch in front of the building. When she turned around, she saw Hu Mingchen standing blankly at the entrance of the courtyard, not following closely, and he immediately became distraught.

Yue said.

Really, Dad, why did he take in such a stupid and rustic apprentice? Working in the countryside is humiliating enough, but he also brought such a troubled apprentice, I really don’t know what he was thinking. So Song Qian was thinking

complained.

"Oh, come on, come on, I'm sorry." Hu Mingchen reacted and hurriedly followed.

Hu Mingchen was also annoyed with himself. What happened today? He just entered the Provincial Party Committee's family home. What's so great about it? None of these people are smart. Why are they so distracted? It's embarrassing. What a special number.

It is a bit embarrassing. After all, we are also people who have been reborn after more than ten years of miracles. Even if we have never seen some scenes, we have heard about them and seen them on the Internet.

When he got to the porch, Hu Mingchen took a deep breath and warned himself, be steady, be sure to be steady, don't let others look down on you, don't be embarrassed.

"Song Qian, you're back. Where is the person? Where is the person you asked to pick up?" As soon as Song Qian entered the door, Song Qiaoshan, who was still wearing an apron around her waist, looked over. Before Song Qian could answer, he had already seen Hu Mingchen behind him.

"Xiaochen, come on, come on."

"Master, I...change my shoes, it will make the house dirty." Hu Mingchen looked at the door.

Although he saw a shoe cabinet nearby, he did not receive a greeting or response. Hu Mingchen could not just open the shoe cabinet and look for slippers. He did not know that those slippers belonged to the owner and those slippers were for the guests.

"Come in, come in, what shoes do you want to change? Don't worry about getting dirty. Just drag them on. Young man, come in." At this time, an old man wearing a gray woolen vest came over and waved to Hu Mingchen.

"Dad, this is Hu Mingchen. I told you about it, a disciple I accepted." Song Qiaoshan walked to the old man's side, pointed at Hu Mingchen and said respectfully.

"Well, the young man is very energetic. Come in, don't stand at the door." The old man smiled and nodded at Hu Mingchen.

The owner said this again and again, and since no one gave him instructions for slippers, Hu Mingchen simply stepped into the house.

"Hello grandpa, hello grandma." As soon as Hu Mingchen entered the door, he put the gift in his hand in the corner and bowed to the old man and an old woman behind him to say hello.

The living room of Song Qiaoshan's house is very large, at least eighty or ninety square meters, or even a hundred square meters. At this time, in addition to Song Qiaoshan and Song Qian, there are two old people on the facade of the living room. There is also a man in his forties sitting on the sofa inside.

Middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was dressed in black Jacques and had an angular face. He looked like a cadre within the system.

When Hu Mingchen came in, Song Qiaoshan's parents stood up, but the middle-aged man still sat calmly, holding a copy of the People's Daily in his hand, as if Hu Mingchen's arrival had nothing to do with him.

"Dad, are your dishes ready?" Song Qian held Song Qiaoshan's arm and shook her hand.

"It's almost done. Dinner can be served when your mother and the others come back. You first ask Xiaochen, grandparents and uncle to sit down for a while. I only have one soup in the end." Song Qiaoshan patted Song Qian on the shoulder and said.

Grandpa, grandma? Uncle? Hu Mingchen was confused. Isn’t this Song Qiaoshan’s family? Why did his grandparents and uncle come here?

"Young man, how old are you?" After Hu Mingchen sat down, the old man who had just asked Hu Mingchen not to change his shoes asked kindly.

"Grandpa, I am fifteen years old." Hu Mingchen replied politely.

Since he was not Song Qiaoshan's family, Hu Mingchen couldn't appear casual.

"Oh, you are the same age as Song Qian. What grade are you in?" The old man nodded and continued to ask.

"Grandpa, I am in the second grade of junior high school."

"I was only in the second grade of junior high school when I was fifteen. Haha, I'm already in the third grade of junior high school." Victoria Song interjected at this time.

"You girl, look what you said, you went to school early." Song Qian's grandmother criticized her gently.

"Xiao Qian, your grandma is right. The more backward the countryside, the later children go to school, while the more urban children go to school, the earlier they go to school. This is related to the level of economic development." At this time, Song Qian said

The uncle gently lowered the newspaper and said.

Song Qian's uncle was talking about an objective reality, but his tone and demeanor made Hu Mingchen feel that he was full of contempt.

"Xu Xiyu, what you said is right, but this is what tests your ability to work even more. Education is the future of the country. If education is done well, the country will have hope. If education is not done well, the country's future will be bleak. Can you

You need to have a clear understanding." Song Qian's grandfather pointed at Song Qian's uncle and gave instructions as if he was guiding the work.

"Dad, don't worry about it here. The central government has a unified strategy for education policy. Secretary Wu and Governor Dai in the province also attach great importance to it. Our Education Department has come together to introduce a series of measures. The education issues in our province have been greatly improved.

Improved." Xu Xiyu said.

Xu Xiyu's words sounded fine, but Hu Mingchen felt that his words were more perfunctory.

Perhaps all children don’t want their elders to point fingers at them when they grow up. They all think that they have strong wings and have their own opinions on doing things.

"Really? Xiaochen, tell me, how is the education there? Is there really a big change?" Song Qian's grandfather turned his head and looked at Hu Mingchen and asked.

It was difficult for Hu Mingchen to answer this question. From their conversation, Xu Xiyu should work in the Provincial Department of Education. If he told the truth, it would inevitably make him look bad. But if he didn’t tell the truth, he would in turn deal with Song Qian’s grandfather.

, Hu Mingchen felt very bad again, it was really a dilemma.

"Tell me, what, you're not studying in school? Don't you know if there have been any changes?" Hu Mingchen said silently, and Song Qian was the first to urge him unbearably.

"Yes, young man, come on, this is just chatting at home, what are you afraid of? As a man, you should be honest and tell everything you know." Song Qian's grandfather followed.

"Well... I'm just a student, and I don't know everything yet." Hu Mingchen hesitated.

"Just because you are a student, your feelings will be direct. I will let you express your direct feelings, and no one will ask you for your overall opinion. Haha, Song Qiaoshan said that you are his land. You look like this, but I don't look like you."

Ah. It's hard for me to imagine that Song Qiaoshan would accept a timid apprentice." Song Qian's grandfather expressed his opinion to Hu Mingchen and used all kinds of provocations.

But this trick is indeed useful. Hu Mingchen can wrong himself and don't care about his impression, but he can't embarrass Song Qiaoshan.

"Then...in that case, let me tell you how I feel."

"Speak, speak openly." Song Qian's grandfather encouraged her.

This is when Xu Xiyu also put down the newspaper. He also wanted to hear what this country boy Song Qiaoshan collected could say.

Although Xu Xiyu looked interested, in fact, he had already preemptively labeled what Hu Mingchen said as nonsense. In other words, no matter what Hu Mingchen said, Xu Xiyu would solve him in one sentence: a junior high school student, or a country boy.

Yes, what kind of objective observation and analysis ability does he have? Don't listen to this.

"From the countryside, I feel that the investment in education and educational methods have not changed much. My family is from Duge Township. There is only one middle school in our township, and the teaching quality is very poor. Children from surrounding mountain villages must go to middle school to study.

You wake up early and walk a lot at night. Not to mention the quality of teaching, even eating at noon is a problem. The school has no dormitories or canteens..."

"Then how are you going to eat? Are you going to eat in a restaurant?" Song Qian asked innocently.

"Haha, there is no need to go out to a restaurant." Hu Mingchen said with a difficult smile, "Most children rarely go out to a restaurant once a year, let alone every day. There are three ways to eat. One is not to eat and to be hungry.

When I get home, the second option is to eat whatever I want with some cold water, whether it’s cakes, steamed buns, or rice fried at home. The third option is for those with slightly better conditions, you can eat it at the school gate or on the street.

Buy some snacks to fill up."

"This is a middle school. As for elementary schools, they are scattered in several villages in the mountains, with a population ranging from one to two hundred to two to three hundred. Many of the elementary school buildings don't even have windows, just window frames. This is not the most beautiful.

Troublesome, the most troublesome thing is the lack of teachers. It is estimated that more than half of our primary schools are supported by substitute teachers. They lack income security and teaching standards.

Because there is no systematic training, it is just so-so. Of course, the poverty of the local people also makes parents not pay enough attention to education. These make it difficult for the local people to produce talents. A lot of children go to elementary school to graduate. No matter how good it is,

That is to say, those who have just graduated from junior high school and continue to study further are very few and far between." Hu Mingchen continued to say very logically.

"It's so miserable! Is it true? Then you go to school...don't you go to school in the city? Is it my father who sponsors you?" Song Qian felt surprised. What Hu Mingchen said went beyond him.

understanding and imagination.

Song Qian was born in such a high-ranking family and has lived in a provincial capital since she was a child. She has no intuitive understanding of the current environmental conditions in remote rural areas.

"Of course it's true. I don't need to lie on this issue. I took the exam myself to go to school in the city." As for the funding, Hu Mingchen directly filtered it out.